Romance in the time of Mushrooms

One of my friends, "Greta", is in a romance-writing competition. If you like romance novels and want to read one of her excerpts, and rate it, comment with your email address 'ere Monday ends. Comments will be screened, so the evil masses won't spam you.

This weekend I attended a going-away party for neurosophy. She will be off to a non-Boston Cambridge, in the land of Eng, and will be missed. She's a fine individual. (And for dooneling's benefit, I'll give the detail that she takes on philosophical concepts with unmatched passion.)

Then I went on a hike with sylvantechie to look for mushrooms. Yes, outside. I know, I'm as shocked as you are. I normally don't leave my desk, but he's just such a fungi. We talked a bit about intentional community, an idea that continues to appeal to me, though I don't think I'll be able to join/create one with my friends in this lifetime, unless I achieve a watershed of money and/or luck.